Meme taken from xfirefly9x
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)
1. defy_n_gravity ~ Buffyverse ( Read more... )
1. defy_n_gravity ~ Buffyverse ( Read more... )
Jim knew he wasn’t even halfway to unacceptably hammered, but he knew that that could be used to his advantage. He also knew that it was rather sad that he was earning his living hustling college kids for money playing pool, but for right now, it was just what he was going to have to do. He was stranded, cut off from the Enterprise, cut off from his friends-hell, he was cut off from his own damn time period. It sucked, but he just had to deal with it. And if that included earning his keep in a bar in a less than legal fashion, then that was what he was going to have to do.
“You’re living in a major economic depression-” That was the other shitty thing about being stuck in 2021. No one had any money to hustle. “-and, if I’m too hammered to for you to take my money, then you really are far noble to move beyond your economic status.”
The kid stared at him for a moment before laughing a bit. “Okay. Maybe not as hammered as I thought.”
“Great,” Jim smirked. “So are we gonna play, or are you too chicken to play a drunk man for fifty bucks?”
The challenge was evident, and that was enough of a nudge for the kid to pick up his pool cue. “I’ll break.”
“Fantastic.” He downed the glass of scotch he already had-bonus, alcohol was weaker in this time period, so he could have more of it-and raised a hand in the air. “I’ll get another round.”
The kid laughed, shaking his head a bit, before lining up to take his shot. “So what’d you say your name was?” It was a question built more out of not having a better way to ask it than anything else. Jim hadn’t given his, but the kid hadn’t either.
“I didn’t. But then again, neither did you.”
He waited until he took the shot he’d lined up to break, letting a few of the balls fall into the pockets. “Fair enough. Alec.”
“Jim. Nice to meet you.”
“So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m the Captain of a vessel called the Enterprise, commissioned by Star Fleet.” He was drunk enough that he didn’t care how crazy telling the truth would make him look.
“You sure you aren’t wasted?”
“Pretty positive.” He waited until Alec missed, before leaning over the table to take his turn. “What do you do?”
“I’m a bike messenger.”
He had to actually consider that for a moment, because there was no way this kid was just a bike messenger. It was down to the way he moved. He had to be at least ex-military-something, Kirk just wasn’t sure what yet. There was something about 2021 that he wasn’t quite remembering. Something about Seattle and a biochemical waste dump-
“Hey! Kirk!”
Shit. He knew trying to con two people in two different bars in one night was a bad idea.
“Friends of yours?” Alec asked, giving him a bit of a look.
“You could say that.” Old Mark was charging towards him and looking a little pissed so he was starting to back away a bit, giving him a chance to get a feel for the room. “In fact, I think we’re about to get really friendly.”
“Dude. Are you about to get into a bar fight?” The tone Alec was giving him was mostly incredulous, as though what Jim was about to participate in was far below him, but there were hints of amusement and surprise as well. Jim just flashed him a bright smile, before shifting his grip on the pool cue so that it was less of a thing in his hand and more of a weapon.
“How do you think I got my last job?
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